The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The dull campus life begins.

Erwin still maintains the habit of running in the morning. Although it can only have a very small effect on his physical improvement, it can let him relax his mind and go to the owl shed along the way.

Occasionally meeting Hagrid by the lake, Erwin never forgets to say hello, "Good morning, Mr. Hagrid."

It is his habit to be polite to anyone, even if the other party is a half-giant.

Hagrid responded to him quite happily, "Are you a classmate of Harry's?" he asked once.

It seems that the Boy Who Lived will always receive preferential treatment from various people, and Erwin is not surprised.He nodded and told Hagrid his name by the way.

But not everyone responds positively to his politeness the way Hagrid did, and Erwin soon discovers that quite a few students don't even show him the most basic kindness, apparently because he Similarly, Hermione, who has shown excellent talent in learning, has no friends so far.

It wasn't just Slytherins who had that pure-blood superiority, but only they showed it openly.

According to the thought of a great man in Erwin's memory, it is necessary to distinguish between objects that can be united and those that cannot be united, so Erwin began to understand all the students born in non-magical families in Hogwarts. This is not a difficult job , because there are only 46 people in total, which is less than one-tenth of the total number of students in the school.

Through the rosters of various subjects, Erwin soon knew the names of all 46 people, recorded them, and sent them to Professor Stewart.

"Let Uncle Felwood investigate the families of these students."

In the past few years, in order to help Erwin determine whether there are SHIELD mutants in this world, Felwood has become a major customer of several international investigation organizations.It is really not difficult for those professionals to investigate these British students. Even if they have the same name and surname, they only need a little investigation.

Erwin encountered a little setback in the learning process he set for himself. There were no major problems with the armor spell, stop spell, and cleaning spell. As time went by, his understanding of these three spells gradually deepened.However, for the Disillusionment Curse, the highest priority among the spells that Dipper gave him, which can allow the caster's body to be penetrated by light to achieve optical invisibility, Erwin's learning progress is very slow.

There is no other reason, he does not have the objective conditions to practice this spell.

It is not difficult to imagine yourself being invisible, but to master a spell, the release and control of the magic power when using this spell must reach the level of muscle memory. This process is limited by talent, and you must practice many times to improve proficiency Spend.

However, the level of the illusion spell is beyond Erwin's imagination. With his current level of magic power, he can only use magic power four times at most. No matter whether the spell is successfully cast or not, the magic power will be consumed, and he has tested his magic power replenishment time before. Five hours, and at the same time he needs to practice three other spells.

Erwin asked Professor Flitwick, and then learned that the Disillusionment Curse turned out to be a special spell for Oro. As a professional person in the Ministry of Magic against dark wizards, Oro is equivalent to a regular army.

It turned out to be a military spell. No wonder, the series of spells given by Dipper are probably similar in nature to the Disillusionment Curse, which shows how much effort he made to survive.

"It's useless for you to inquire about these now, don't be too ambitious." When sending Erwin away, Flitwick had no idea that the student in front of him was secretly practicing the illusion spell.

It's just that the magic power is insufficient, which is actually easy to solve. Erwin has only used a little of the pot full of the fountain of power so far. The only question is whether it is worth it.

Erwin considered it over and over again, and finally made up his mind. Should the product that melted two thousand Galleons still be kept as a collection?

It is difficult to control the dosage by drinking the fountain of power directly, so Erwin asked the Weasley twins to bring him a large bottle of pumpkin juice to dilute the fountain of power before drinking when they slipped into the kitchen for supper at night.After a few days, he changed his tea, because drinking too much sweet and greasy pumpkin juice would really bloat his stomach.

The Fountain of Power refined by Gallon is almost enough for Erwin to use the Disillusionment Curse once, which may be the most extravagant practice method in the entire magic world.

Two weeks later, Stuart sent a reply to Erwin, which was a stack of documents.Erwin didn't take it out to read until the dead of night when all his dormmates were asleep. The document contained the family backgrounds of 46 Muggle students, and none of them were omitted.

After reading it carefully, it turned out that as Erwin expected, most of them were from low-income families. The middle class like the Grangers was almost the upper limit. Two students were even orphans, and they went back to the orphanage every year during the holidays.

He immediately began to write back, asking Felwood to give these families unconditional self-help in the name of a wizarding aid foundation, "don't make any demands on them, and don't reveal any information about us," Erwin wrote in the letter : "Just let them know that we have nothing to do with Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, and that we are a spontaneous non-governmental organization. All funding cannot be stopped without my order."

Little wizards are not allowed to use magic while away from school, but the Ministry of Magic has a hard time dealing with children from wizarding families, so the ban pretty much only applies to students living with Muggles.These little wizards had no means of magically improving the lives of their families, and there were not many who would refuse an unconditional sterling grant.

Getting them to accept funding is Erwin's sole purpose.

Some seeds can be planted before the ice and snow melt, and there is no need to worry about when they will germinate.

In the fourth week of Potions class, Professor Snape stood in front of Neville's desk, his falcon-like gaze fixed on Neville like a dagger. The poor round-faced boy was extremely scared and extremely nervous. Hands are shaking.

The end result was predictable, what should have been a purple liquid had turned into a gray goo, and Neville's face was even grayer than the glob in his cauldron.

Snape shook his head contemptuously, "Zero points, Longbottom. I take back my previous evaluation. You are not imbecile, but useless."

The Slytherin students roared with laughter, and Malfoy's expression was particularly exaggerated.Although the Gryffindor students showed angry expressions, they were helpless. They had tried some things before, but students could not stand up to a professor, and anyone who spoke for Neville would be deducted points.

Neville's face was ashen, and he knew that no one could help him at this time.

However, at this moment he heard a clear and powerful voice, "Professor Snape, I don't think this is Neville's own problem."

Everyone looked at the speaker in astonishment, and Erwin sat there with a calm expression.

Hermione winked at him desperately, but Erwin didn't seem to notice.

Snape approached, looking down at him, "When did I allow you to speak, arrogant Frost?"

"From the first class, you started to bully Neville, and allowed Slytherin to slander and ridicule him. This is completely unbecoming behavior for a professor."

"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said blankly.

"Neville's grandma had every reason to complain about you to Headmaster Dumbledore, that you were ruining her grandson."

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor," Snape sneered, "What? Should I be responsible for Longbottom's incompetence?"

"Neville is not without talent, Professor!" Hermione couldn't help screaming, "He's the best student in Herbology class!"

Snape gave him a stern look. "Shut up, Granger! Another five points from Gryffindor!"

Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Gryffindors all had twisted, weird faces, glad someone stood up to Snape, but the brave had already cost Gryffindor fifteen points, Looks like more will be deducted.

"Herbology and Potions are two closely related disciplines," Erwin looked straight into Snape's eyes, "it doesn't make sense to say that Herbalism is excellent, but Potions is terrible. So it's obvious , this is all your problem, the professor."

There was commotion on the Slytherin side, and someone could faintly hear "Mudblood" being whispered, and Snape suddenly raised his hand. "Quiet!" he yelled.

"Very good," he continued to look at Erwin, "do you think you are so capable that you can tell me what to do?"

"Only in teaching, to be honest, you are really not a good teacher, professor."

Hermione covered her mouth, she couldn't imagine that anyone would dare to talk to the teacher like that.

"Well, if you don't think I'm a good teacher, then you will teach Longbottom," Snape said in a cold tone, and he walked back to the front of the classroom, "I heard that there are many classes that you don't attend, so in the future Neither you nor Longbottom used Potions class."

"This seems like a good solution." Erwin nodded, and he seemed to be serious.

This time, not only Gryffindor, but even Slytherin were stunned for a moment. This one dared to speak and the other dared to accept, and the situation had developed to such an extent.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get out of my classroom! Immediately!"

"A few more questions." Erwin stood up, "Will you provide the materials we need to practice brewing potions?"?

"You are also a professor now, won't you be responsible for yourself?"

Malfoy let out a loud sneer.

Erwin squinted his eyes, and he found that Professor Snape hadn't been angry the whole time, and he obviously had a deep sense of security.

"Then can I use the spare potions classroom?"

"What do you think?"

The answer is obviously no.

Erwin turned around, "What's your opinion, Neville?"

There were still tears in the corners of the round-faced boy's eyes, and he was terrified to suddenly become the focus, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, no matter from any point of view, it was too outrageous for a student of the same grade to teach him potions.

But the words of refusal stopped on his lips. He and Erwin were roommates, and after getting along for nearly a month, he had already faintly felt that this boy was different from others.

Everyone thought Neville was a pitiful fool, and even Hermione was mostly sympathetic to him, only Erwin said he was a genius.

"Have you ever wondered why the Sorting Hat sorted you into Gryffindor instead of Hufflepuff?" There seemed to be a magic in Erwin's words.

Neville stood up abruptly, he felt something expand in his chest, he looked straight at Professor Snape for the first time, and found a contemptuous curve of his mouth.

"Let's go." Erwin motioned him.

Snape glanced coldly at the Gryffindor students, "Is anyone else leaving? I won't stop them."

No one answered, and most of the people tried to lower their heads.

Harry was a little eager to try, but was immediately held back by Ron, "Don't be stupid." The little Weasley said in a low voice.

Erwin and Neville walked out of the Potions class one after the other, and Snape's voice came from behind him again, "The end-of-semester test is the refining of twelve potions, if you make a mistake, I will disqualify you .”

Neville's body shook immediately.

The heavy door was shut.